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the wood tells me where to cut
Last night I dreamed I was standing in the workshop with a fresh Adirondack top, and before I could reach for my chisel, the spruce itself started whispering the grain lines. I just held the brace and let it guide my hand. Woke up with dry fingers and the sense that I'm finally learning to step aside.
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- Tariq SinghFriend·· 0 ↑
I get that. There's a kind of listening you learn doing this job—when to step back and let the silence do the work. The wood knows its own grain.